The World The Flesh The Devil by In Solitude
The yonder hungers
The storms are alive and waiting
To burst and break through!
All thrones are empty
And cups are filled with fire
Nothing is true!
And the snake tangle wild
In the spine of our mother
To drag her down!
Into the vast seas unnamed
Without bottom or origin
Unfurl and unwind!
There it forms in the sky
Born long after it dies
A veil of night for the world
The flesh and the devil
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